Chapter 66

The fat man was not worried at all. Regardless of whether the monkey's shot hit or missed, as long as the bullet was aimed at the young master of Black Wind Mountain, Zhou Pengju, it would be enough.

As long as it was confirmed, would the head of Black Wind Mountain, Zhou Xiong, not be furious?

The monkey found himself very unfortunate. Squatting in the cliff, he found a rock several dozen meters away, raised his rifle, and glanced at the small mirror on the gun. His eyes were dazzled, and he almost fell over.

"The son-in-law is really something, not coming himself and just making me suffer. How do you use this gun? Why can't I see anything clearly in this small mirror?" The monkey shook his head and sighed, then chose another target. This time it was farther, a rock by the mountain path about three hundred meters away. The rock in the small mirror was clearly visible, which surprised him. It turned out this small mirror was a telescope, which he understood.

The fat man had to entrust the monkey, who had to come under the scorching sun of late summer. Soon, the monkey was almost baked unconscious, only then realizing that the fat man didn't come because he was afraid of the heat, which was truly sinister.

Just as the monkey was feeling dazed, a group of people suddenly appeared on the mountain path.

The monkey pinched his thigh to drive away the drowsiness, then raised the 98K sniper rifle and looked at the group, sighing, "Commander Ma and his men must be hot too, carrying machine guns in the middle of the day."

Sure enough, the group on the mountain path was Commander Ma and his men, with about thirty soldiers following him. Some carried Maxim machine guns, some were responsible for protecting the group, and a few carried ammunition boxes.

At the same time, another group appeared on the path down the mountain, about ten people. Seeing their black clothes and black pants, the monkey knew who they were without looking, so he aimed his gun.

Through the sniper scope, he found that the leader was indeed the target, Zhou Pengju. The monkey rubbed his hands on his clothes to prevent the sweat from making the gun slip when he fired.

There was only one clear path to enter and exit Tiger Mouth Mountain Village. The two groups were heading towards each other and soon met, both groups staring at each other.

Zhou Pengju was startled. Tiger Mouth Mountain Village had always been independent. When did they get involved with the Eighth Route Army?

Most importantly, seeing the five Maxim machine guns, he immediately felt weak. Any clear-eyed person could guess that these Eighth Route Army soldiers were bringing these heavy weapons, which was clearly a visit to the mountain.

Wow, Tiger Mouth Mountain Village was really something. Even the Eighth Route Army was carrying five brand new Maxim machine guns to visit the mountain.

Black Wind Mountain had joined Commander Wu, who had only given them thirty old rifles, many of which had bent barrels. The two Czech machine guns were also half-broken.

Comparing people was really unfair. Unfortunately, even if Black Wind Mountain wanted to join the Eighth Route Army, they wouldn't accept them.

From their attire, Commander Ma knew these people were not bandits from the village. Not knowing what to do, he saw the men coming towards them, all bowing and scraping.

"A bunch of spineless cowards!" Commander Ma glanced at the black-clad men disdainfully and led his men to pass by them.

The two groups met on the mountain path and quickly parted ways. Only when they were a bit apart did Zhou Pengju let out a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

A gunshot rang out.

"Take cover!" Commander Ma pulled out his sidearm and quickly took cover behind a rock. The group behind him did the same, hiding behind the rocks and looking for the direction of the gunshot.

After a while, there were no more gunshots. Commander Ma was puzzled and poked his head out from behind the rock, testing to see if there was any return fire. Finding none, he waved his hand, and the group emerged from their hiding places.

"What a strange thing?" Commander Ma was puzzled and put his sidearm back in its holster.

This was Tiger Mouth Mountain Village's territory. No one should dare to attack them here. The gunshot could have been from hunting or practice, so he didn't investigate further and led his men up the mountain.

However, the Black Wind Mountain bandits going down the mountain were in trouble. Many were so scared they wet their pants, lying on the ground, not daring to move. If Tiger Mouth Mountain Village decided to attack them, no one would survive.

"Aah... Ouch..." Zhou Pengju's screams startled them.

Some of the more daring Black Wind Mountain bandits turned around and saw Zhou Pengju sweating profusely, screaming in pain, and clutching his blood-soaked crotch, rolling on the ground. They guessed he had been shot.

"Damn, how could this happen?" The monkey was puzzled. His shot was clearly aimed at the head, so why was Zhou Pengju clutching his crotch?

But hitting that area was fine as long as he hit. This was the fat man's bottom line.

The monkey was very dissatisfied with his marksmanship, pouted, and put away his gun, slinging it over his back, heading towards the small attic where the fat man lived.

After a long time without a second shot, and with Zhou Pengju's screams too terrifying, the Black Wind Mountain bandits gradually stood up and came to Zhou Pengju's side. They saw him clutching his crotch, with blood seeping through his fingers and his crotch. They didn't know if he had been shot in the thigh or...

Thinking of the ruthless methods of the head of Black Wind Mountain, Zhou Xiong, they all shivered.

If the young master was injured, and if it was a regular gunshot wound, he would be severely punished upon returning. If Zhou Pengju was injured in a vital area, Zhou Xiong, who had only one precious son, would not know how he would die when he returned.

"Old Three, check the young master's wound. If it's... " A Black Wind Mountain bandit urged another bandit to check Zhou Pengju's wound. If he was really shot in a vital area, they wouldn't need to return and could just escape.

Old Three, trembling, squatted down and held down the writhing Zhou Pengju, then shouted at his companion, "Damn it, Er Gouzi, help me pry his hands apart to see where he's hurt!"

The previous bandit was somewhat dissatisfied but knew it was a matter of life and death. He gritted his teeth, squatted down, and pried apart Zhou Pengju's hands. Seeing the wound and the blood in Zhou Pengju's crotch, he gasped.

The young master's vital parts and testicles were blown into a pile of flesh by the bullet!

"Where did the gunshot come from!"

Sai Laohu was startled and looked nervously outside the hall. He and Yang Yun were worrying about how to avoid being swallowed by Black Wind Mountain Village when they heard the gunshot.

"Brother, I'll go check." Yang Yun stood up, holding his Type 38 rifle, ready to go out. Just then, a guard, looking panicked, rushed in.

"Report... Report to the two leaders, the Eighth Route Army is waiting at the gate... requesting entry, and... and they are carrying five heavy machine guns!" The guard reported, out of breath.

"What?" Sai Laohu and Yang Yun were both startled, thinking, "Are these Eighth Route Army soldiers here to attack Tiger Mouth Mountain? They have always been non-interfering, and they even practiced a joint attack on the county town. They should be allies, right?"

Moreover, Jia Daode hadn't given any signal. What was going on?

They didn't realize that Commander Ma and his men had brought the five Maxim machine guns newly allocated by the Second War Zone's front-line commander to show their sincerity in cooperating with the fat man. Both of them, like many bandit brothers, thought the Eighth Route Army was attacking the mountain.